Ashley Herring Blake Quotes

I just want to move on.

My heart is crushed within me. Here is the truth: You made me love you- your eyes and mouth and voice. You pulled me into your heart. You don't want me there and I don't want to be there, but it's where I will always live.

I still kept so much from her at that time, but she made me feel like, someday, I wouldn't anymore - she made me feel so many somedays.

Sam and me- star-crossed and still entangled up on a hill overlooking the city. On top of the world. I almost laugh at how ridiculous it is. How silly it is that we found each other, that we grounded each other, that we gave each other a sense of freedom and a home.

I'm left with a mouthful of words that wouldn't have made a difference anyway.

I didn't break then and I'm not breaking now.

For a long time, when I was a little younger, I thought that was how every girl saw other girls - this mix between beauty and awe and curiosity, a thin layer of lust just underneath. Took until I was fourteen to realize that no, the way I thought about other girls was a little different.

This is okay?" he asks.
"Yes."
The word explodes through me, empowering and sexy, and I can't get my bra off fast enough.

Here's the thing about wishes: they're always changing on you. They're either dying out or they're realized, and then they're not wishes anymore. They're only truly alive in their anticipation" -Grace

I shift the basketball from hand to hand, hating his tone, as though we're the only two levelheaded people on earth and everyone else is full of shit.

Such a loaded word - live. It could simply mean existing. Heart pumping blood, lungs taking in air. Or it could meant settling into something. Being a part of what's around you. Investing." -Grace

I tell myself that I don't need him. But he's the only person I want right now.

Because when they thought the stars were sticking to her, really all the loneliness and sadness were falling off. The stars were underneath.

A weird thing I'm learning about grief - grief in all its forms - is that you can feel almost everything once. You'd think all those tears, all that laughter, all that deep sadness and even deeper hope would still the lungs and stop the heart.
But no. It's sort of the opposite.
And that's the funny thing about wishes - only when one comes true do you realize the full scope of that wish. What you really wanted. The beauty of it. The complexity.
The cost." -Grace

Belief isn't easy. It isn't black and white.

Even girls made of stars are captives, bound at the wrists and traded like property. Even girls made of stars aren't asked, aren't believed, aren't considered worth the effort unless they can offer something in return.
Even girls made of stars buy into those lies sometimes.

The words fall out of my mouth like rain- I felt them coming, smelled them in the air, but there was nothing I could do to stop them.

If anyone can inspire you to believe in real, honest-to-God love stories again, it's William Shakespeare.

His eyes said everything. They always did.

The best lies are layered in between solid truths.

You and me, we're sandy spoons and fireworks, lighthouses and wishes and peanut butter" -Grace

How was Ivy supposed to know how to handle all these feelings for June, all these feelings at all, if everything she saw and read about and heard about was all boy-girl, girl-boy?

But there are too many other unsaid things that keep me from saying anything at all.

She tilts her head and puts her soft hand on my face, letting her fingertips glide down my neck, to my chest. She flattens her palm there, the heat of her hand searing through my shirt. "You're..." She pauses and I take a breath, my heart thumping madly. "I don't know. It sounds stupid, but... you're like home.

It's such a little thing, this skirt. For other girls, maybe it's makeup or a sport or having sex or not having sex or writing or music or kicking ass in school or wearing your hair so it looks like the sun's unruly rays. I think every girl has a thing or two, tiny details in her life that say This is me. I'm done hiding. I'm done feeling ashamed.

The whole world was crying as everything fell apart.

The feeling was wild and sort of unpredictable, like a good summer storm.

It's okay not to be okay. Most people don't think so, but I do. It has to be okay to not be okay all the time

Just because you're scared to like someone doesn't make the like go away.